The week before I headed to Venice to see Justin, the Meeting Point cafe we always hang out at hosted the international WARM festival, a festival aimed at truth-telling. The had panel discussions, coffee hours, the showing of documentaries and independent films, among other activities. That week, we basically lived at Meeting Point. Some programs … Continue reading Week Before Venice: WARM Festival
Saturday I had every intention of doing homework, sleeping in, and generally being a louse. Even when Jackie posted in the Facebook group saying she was planning to go a waterfall at noon, I still had every intention of doing absolutely nothing of import and disregarded it. At 12:08 I poked my head out of my … Continue reading Skakavac Falls: Part One
Wednesday we had class with one of my favorite professors here, Hasan Nuhanovic. I’ve already mentioned that he survived Srebrenica, but he is one of the few to continue activism afterwards. He sued the Dutch for reparations after the UN negligency there, and was somewhat successful in that endeavor; he’s also the author of a … Continue reading Politicians are Politically Obligated to Appear Moral
After our cafe experience the other day, we traipsed across the city to the football stadium for the Sarajevo Beer Festival. I’m not a super fan of beer (or alcohol, in general), but I will partake for cultural reasons, and Maggie is somewhat of a beer connoisseur, so it was obligatory that we attend. Though … Continue reading “Americans Do Have TVs, Right?”
The day after the football game started out with our designated Bosnian Second Breakfast of gelato. This kind, which I don’t know the name of, was hazelnut or vanilla laced with a thick, creamy, chocolate hazelnut sauce that was to-die-for. We also were approached by women handing out white strips of fabric to tie around … Continue reading Once Upon a Library
Today Maggie and I had a few things to do: find the public library (for reasons I’ll share with you when we actually do find the correct one), get her cell phone fixed, buy tickets for a beer festival tomorrow, eat lunch, and see a futbol game (not particularly in that order). Knowing Russian and Cyrillic (Maggie’s … Continue reading Of Rapunzels and Riot Police
Yesterday we also went walking around the city, with the goal of getting a track phone for me with a Bosnian number, a task which was promptly accomplished, after which we just lost ourselves in the city. Though the day before had been cold and few people out (it was less than fifty degrees), yesterday … Continue reading Sauntering Through Sarajevo: Day Two
Yesterday was my first full day here and, though I’ve never had problems with jet lag going forward in time before, I seem to have something of the sort here. I went to bed at 11:00 pm and woke up at 3:00 am, unable to sleep, so I downloaded The Orphan Master’s Son by Adam Johnson … Continue reading Sauntering Through Sarajevo: Day One
I left Charlotte on Tuesday afternoon after eating crepes at Matthew’s Royal Creperie (incidentally enough, a family restaurant owned by former Soviets, but I couldn’t quite discern which area they were from and I was too shy to ask). When you aren’t flying American and you don’t turn right out of security at Charlotte, it’s … Continue reading Peace Comes With a Red Piano
Traveler at the Edge 